Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.